And don't forget that big water bag.
- That's it.
- Me? I don't know.
there was nothing...
named Josefina, that played the guitar.
not looking up old friends.
But I sure wish we were rustling cows.
- Not me.
I hate to take you along.
and I ain't backing down.
just 60 miles.
We'll join you. Promise you.
they don't shoot back.
She used to call him "tarantula. "
Now, that is a right pretty name!
Buck Sweet.
with these here cowpokes.
some coffee out here?
Mr. Sweet.
- Thank you.
the best dancer in this whole territory.
mighty spry yourself, Perley.
Why don't you fellas light?
down by the bank.
- Right down the street a piece.
I know you've been riding a long ways.
by your hats.
Don't rain much in these parts.
- Didn't use much water. Got a full bag.
with my niece and her husband?
by the way of New Jerusalem.
how they could have missed them.
and expecting them for Christmas.
and cut a big piney tree this morning.
the turnoff at Terrapin Tanks?
Never knew such a shiftless fella.
from New Jerusalem to Welcome.
- Another cup?
to settle the grounds, like Ma used to do.
- From Abilene.
but everybody calls me "The Abilene Kid. "
when you went to school.
- They did? Me, too.
- Mighty nice, ma'am.
to have made your acquaintance, ma'am.
a nice crop of apples this fall...
but you're a sight for sore eyes!
got the advantage of me, ma'am.
I've been back east in Denver, Colorado...
of anything sitting a horse.
- See, Bob?
president of the bank. Tolliver Latham.
- We aim to, ma'am.
- Tell me what's the matter.
Don't let them get away!
- They ain't paying me to kill folks.
before they get to water.
- The depot?
- Don't try to talk, Kid.
of the territory of Arizona...
for the sum of $3 a day to find...
- I'm doing the best I can.
- Get them on there.
- Now, where was I?
we were gonna get $5 a day.
$3 a day and found.
to uphold and enforce the law. Say, "I do. "
- Good.
I'm eight hours late now.
We'll be aboard.
- Yes, Mr. Latham?
letting these desperadoes escape.
but if it's gonna worry you...
just put up a reward.
for every one of them poor fellas.
- You got them for $100.
Mojave Tanks. Drink it up!
a whole lot cooler...
Go ahead, Kid.
and dive in that tank, right to the bottom.
such a great big thirst like I have...
You boys keep your eyes open.
- You mind what I told you, now.
one sleeps. They won't rush two of you.
- Just don't get careless.
in your pocket.
to sit in the shade all day and claim low.
- Drag it, Luke.
Well, let's take a look at it.
here at Mojave Tanks, where we are now.
- 60.
starts playing checkers with us.
It's the first water.
and stakes out his deputies. No water.
will be up to Apache Wells.
and heads that way.
from now till Christmas...
to Terrapin Tanks.
- We'll get our water.
until the Kid feels better.
getting calluses on his rump...
and be over the border.
But where are we gonna get some water?
a lot of barrelhead cactus...
- I'm tired of riding.
It come with the horse.
a "Santa Ana... "
of the illustrious General Santa Ana.
- Sure, Kid.
the middle of the night and let them loose.
after my decision to come here...
- What did I do to end up with these idiots?
- Hello, Miss Florie.
begging for water?
around here...
for anything.
get that stock off of there, will you?
- I'm doing the best I can, Marshal!
- Hurry it up, will you?
What are you getting excited about?
a Christmas present for me.
- That's right.
- Right pert, Florie. Come on, Curly!
to listen to me...
- I'll bet it was a tomcat.
- Drag it, Luke.
- Drag it, Jake.
at the tanks.
- Worse than that.
They come from New Jerusalem.
but the water was a little low.
to dig out the sand...
for that sump hole to fill up.
to using a shovel.
to start the water running.
- So he stuck in his dynamite.
he didn't blow himself up doing it.
- But he didn't.
out of business forever.
of that sump hole...
The tanks are dry.
from now till I get religion...
another drop of water.
killing people, just the same.
there'll be a dozen skeletons...
as what he went and done next.
that alkali slop below the tanks.
hunting water, with him right after them.
speculating on his case...
so it wasn't so bad till yesterday.
28 or 30, I'd guess.
and she's gonna have it now.
You gotta do something for her.
about these cases. You do, don't you?
down on the Río Bravo?
An Indian woman is different.
how to born them.
the doctor, nice white sheets, and...
is right over here.
and it will take time.
- Bob, I'm going to need the water now.
- How is she?
let's get back to squeezing barrelhead.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Robert, ma'am.
your acquaintance, ma'am.
y Roca Fuerte...
when Mother leaves you...
in the Texas hat...
Hurry up there, Curly!
eating some of Ma's cooking...
He'd be right good at it, too, I'll bet.
Come on, pay attention.
that he'd head south for Mojave Tanks.
he did, two horses packing three men.
rushing three men that's got Winchesters.
to Apache Wells, where we are now.
in that sandstorm...
down this way.
So's Dos Hermanas, down here.
That's where we're going.
Let's go collect him.
for strangers. Remember that reward.
- All right, Buck.
I'll be dropping in around New Year's...
Robert William Pedro a bath.
I was thinking about feeding him.
we've gotta swab him down.
- He'll fit nice into this dishpan.
for a few days without bathing.
looks clean enough for me.
drive the lady crazy...
is the least of little Robert's troubles.
wear something better than this towel.
she fixes up things for him.
and what all.
in that tail box.
How long you gonna be?
in them things.
This is really something.
was she?
when he fixes himself up...
under the balcony of a señorita.
Dr. Meechum on Caring for the Baby.
about bathing a newborn.
of the baby's... "
I don't like to say in front of a little baby.
in his war bag.
Toi-letta, she is not an evil word.
Costs dos pesos.
green toi-letty money can buy.
What's the doc got to say next?
should not be administered...
I wouldn't send for that Doc Meechum.
between water holes...
sparking his gal.
- Sure, grease. Wait a minute.
- You. You are boss wrangler.
but it's right here in the book.
slippery enough without greasing him.
- Sure!
and from getting saddle blisters.
Wouldn't you like...
will you, Pete?
with good old American habla, like his ma.
We'll slick him up a mite.
- Get your finger out!
on a pack mule.
and dideed to stay.
a couple of swigs of water in a little bit.
what the doc is dealing next.
- Here, this is comforting.
there's times when a newborn infant...
nothing but condensed milk.
- Six cans.
get some chow, Robert boy.
but you're going to get fed.
that condensed milk and some matches...
- Yeah, Kid.
with that arm and all?
Just for a little while.
would call a lullaby.
- It's all right!
at a Fourth of July barbecue.
set them up again for little Robert boy.
and take it easy while you can.
She is finished.
three shots apiece in these six cans.
That little Pedro has enough for four days.
is to get a slug every six hours.
for us godfathers.
Here, have one on the house.
that belongs to my godson.
where to get water in the Arizona desert.
what to do in the Bible book.
our next water, where to head.
for Mojave and that reception committee.
where old Perley is sitting.
Buck Sweet is twiddling his thumbs.
get out of here quick, now!
Or east to New Jerusalem?
with the Kid in the shape he's in?
Don't give me any more of your Bible talk.
if they hadn't saddled this kid on us.
before I promised that woman?
in the Yuma penitentiary.
till it gets down to my foots...
to a dying woman!
- Why don't you kill the little fellow?
- Why, you chili-dipping horse thief!
- Yes, horse thief!
You make cries the baby!
just like it's told everything about all this.
You think this is all just chance?
like us coming here this way?
Bob, honest I ain't.
with what's happened?
with throwing the book...
where I've been reading.
- No, Kid.
if it makes you feel any better.
and brought him to Jerusalem...
what happens to a simple cattle thief.
I would play the Kid's number.
carrying the infant.
That's part of it.
come from the East, wasn't there?
- Salt.
- Just a little bit, Kid.
- No!
made me swallow that, Bob.
- You shouldn't have done it, Pete.
we're through the worst of it.
- It will be easier crossing the sand.
over there, Kid.
Fill up your kegs first.
- They'll drink her dry, Buck.
but soft, like silk.
- Yeah, it's red with a...
all around the rim?
and banks, and one thing or another.
a water hole in this kind of country...
- Can't.
dead or alive.
- It's a promise, Kid.
to the Kid up there.
- Maybe I can fix it.
- I can make a travois Comanche-style...
- Waste time.
New Jerusalem.
a chili-dipping horse thief back there.
in this country!
to a dying woman?
What does the book say?
- Get up on your knees, you sack of dung!
You got no right to call me that.
in front of the infant.
- Sure I am.
in New Jerusalem.
- Yeah.
Merry Christmas to all.
Jury still out, Curly?
The boss says, "Come and get it. "
there's only one boss around here.
- Morning, Bob. Sit right here.
mighty handsome in those new jeans.
with the Lone Star stitched on them.
is to your liking.
- A little syrup for them corn oysters?
for little Buck.
a name like that for a little Perley.
is Robert William Pedro Hightower.
until the court changes it.
You ain't eaten much lately.
- I'm worrying.
the full 20 years.
I could do 20 years standing on my head.
this morning. He's losing weight.
to lose a little weight, Bob.
just every care we can.
we couldn't love him more.
Bob Hightower...
to leave the little mite in...
- Sure.
his uncle and aunt...
I knew I had you pegged right.
right there on the "X," see?
to turn my godson to pasture.
that we were distant relations.
- How they look?
according to law...
Robert Marmaduke Hightower...
of extenuating circumstances...
you claim to be your godson.
of the infant's custodianship.
- Yes, I know.
to the Marshal and Mrs. Sweet...
I got plenty of objections...
to give him a good education and such.
as "and such," etc.?
Do you agree, Buck?
was to have little Buck permanent.
but you ain't going to get...
permanent, Perley.
etc. And so forth...
in the penitentiary.
to suspend that sentence indefinite...
to the Marshal and Mrs. Sweet...
that you never again set foot...
territory of Arizona.
I ain't gonna do her.
to a dying woman.
to hear you say, son.
under the law:
Double bourbon, bartender, if you please.
- I know you will, Carrie Lou.
A year in jail will do you real good.
- Goodbye, Bob.
will you?
from Yuma all right.
from Welcome before.
- Miss Latham.
for that Lady Baltimore cake.
- It would have been a lot lighter...
Can I call you Bob?
to take your pen in hand, Miss Latham.